The Legend of Futian

The golden-winged Dapeng bird's eyes were extremely sharp, showing strong emotions.

Fighting wise men broke the physical limit, and now they have exhausted their strength in the body, how can they still be robbed?

This robbery was unintentionally surging when the fighting warlords condensed the battlefield, not just by his personal strength, which also means that even in the heyday of the fighting warlords, they may not necessarily be able to withstand the highway robbery.

Above the sky, the horrific avenue roams the world, seeming to be sensing where the body of the fighting warrior is.

The golden-winged roc bird looked up, watching the horrible avenue of horror coming towards this side, with extremely sharp eyes.

Among the golden-winged roc, Ye Futian stood quietly there. This golden-winged roc is an ancient **** transformed by the spiritual will of all people. Under his control, he was like his incarnation.

Teachers fight for Daomiya, regardless of the danger of physical collapse.

Now the teacher is down, and he is here to stop it.

Incomparably bright golden light flows on the huge body of the golden-winged roc bird, and there are faintly shining stars, all of which are super powerful defense rules.

The violent robbery came towards this side, a loud noise, the light of the stars shattered, and the golden-winged Dapeng bird trembled violently. Ye Futian only felt that his own will was destroyed and destroyed, but the imperial intention burned. Below, his eyes were extremely firm.

If he falls, the teacher will die.

"Boom, boom ..." The chaos of the Tiantian Avenue that has not yet disappeared and the bombardment came frantically, the body of the golden-winged Dapeng bird appeared cracks, and the huge ancient demon **** body seemed to be collapsed. Ye Futian's will shook with blood and blood inside. His shirt was red, but his eyes were still tough.

"Array."

A sound of loud drinking came from Saruhiro, who brought the strong men of the Tengu Battle Array to the battlefield. They went directly to the sky above the Golden-winged Dapeng Bird, and turned into a huge Tengu battle array. The sacred armor that the fighting warrior took off before, stood in the highest ground.

Another horrible calamity fell down, penetrating the battle array, and Saruhiro shook his body, but still stood there, and the entire large sky battle array was shaking.

The avenues in the void are becoming less and less. As long as they can withstand a few waves of force, they will pass.

"Boom." There was another loud noise. The battle of the heavens collapsed, and Saruhiro's body fell down, and the calamity continued to look forward. He banged on the body of the golden-winged Dapeng bird, making the Dapeng bird more cracks, as if there were Collapse crisis.

"I come."

A voice came, and another line of figures came step by step. They were the imperial powers led by the emperor. They also transformed into a battle array, and the body's imposing imperial power erupted. A boundless and immense human emperor's body appeared in heaven and earth.

"Get off." The emperor raised his head and glanced at the avenue of the avenue. He took the initiative to attack. The mighty force swept the world. There was an army legion wearing armor and rushing out. That was a strong illusion of martial arts rules. The annihilation came out, and the horrific robbery blasted on the Emperor's body, and the emperor's body was shaking violently.

"It's about to disappear." The crowds watching from a distance all seemed to be breathing, their hearts beating, their fists clenched, as if they were robbing themselves.

All people in the deserted state, even the onlookers, were extremely nervous.

Be sure to carry it.

In this jihad, the beliefs of the powerful men of the Taoist Palace had a strong impact on them.

Daomong must win.

"If you can overcome this calamity, the fighting warriors will transform, and the Tao Palace will also transform." At this time, some people in the crowd voiced solemnly, said loudly.

At this time, he was an old man with a very old age and strong momentum. He was also a well-known figure in Araju.

"This is indeed the case. In this holy war, Daomong is united in heart and faith, and the top forces in Arajuku are all involved in it, fighting side by side, and not afraid of life and death. Such a spirit is worthy of being carried on my list Ding, I'm so ashamed. "Another person stepped out, and many people suddenly exclaimed, recognizing this person, and being a strong man in the barren list.

I don't know how many people have come to watch the battle this time, and all the powerful people and characters in the deserted state are here.

"In that case, how dare you join the battle?" Someone said at this time.

Withered King Mumu looked back and said loudly: "Many of you who are present are the top practitioners in A wasteland, enough to form a superb army of sages and princes. The jihad broke out and wanted to destroy the Dao Palace and set up a road in the desert state. Now the battle is so fierce. If we participate in the battle, it will be enough to directly change the situation.

"May the battle."

"I am a wasteland practitioner, why fear a war?"

"Da Zhou dynasty, get out of the desert state."

Every voice responded, and everyone was immediately infected by this atmosphere.

The strong men at Zhishengya and Xihua Shengshan stood in the crowd, their looks slightly changed, revealing a touch of strange colors.

"That's it, start." The powerful men stepped forward, billowing momentum, overwhelming the world.

On the other side, the King Zhou Sheng flashed his eyes and looked towards the distance, and then saw the army facing this side. He looked extremely indifferent and swept coldly at them, saying, "Dare you be against this seat?"

His voice trembled in the sky, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. He wanted to break the momentum of those strong people. He knew that all of them were infected by this war and urged to join the war. It would be enough if they deter them.

Sure enough, his words fell, many people stopped and their moods were shaken. After all, this is the holy king, and the legendary holy realm exists.

"If you want to practice on the road, you must adhere to your heart and have a strong conviction, so you can have the opportunity to become enlightened, such as the fighting warriors." How, you can't pitch heaven and earth, why ask. "

Many people heard the words of the old village chief shaking in his heart, blood flowing in his body. This is also the word of the saint, saint.

"war."

The army continued to move forward. King Zhou Sheng looked extremely ugly. The old village chief looked at him and said, "King Zhou Sheng, did you see that? In this battle, your big Zhou army will be defeated."

Obviously, King Zhou Sheng didn't expect this holy war to happen. In his expectation, the legion of the Holy Week of Da Zhou will be able to go straight to the ground and level the Holy Land.

But at this moment, everything is deviating from his ideas.

At this moment, the avenue of the avenue looms down, once again, the emperor, the ape fights them, Ye Futian, etc. together to resist this last power.

Finally, the avenue light on the sky gradually subsided, and it was carried.

The faces of those around the Great Zhou dynasty were extremely unsightly. The holy rogue did not kill them.

The golden-winged roc bird looked down at the body of the fight, and the golden body was still flowing with sacred light. At this time, he felt that his spiritual will seemed to collapse and was unbearable, but on Ye Futian's body, With a smile.

Then he looked up and saw a corps coming in the distance, and said loudly, "I am a monk in the desert, come to help."

"kill."

The voice trembled between the heavens and the earth, and the mighty sage army killed the scattered Golden Phoenix army in the Da Zhou Sheng Dynasty.

Ye Futian's heart was warm, but when he looked up at the people of the Holy Week of Da Zhou, he was full of cold chill.

"Take care of the teacher." Ye Futian said. The golden-winged Dapeng bird floated in the air, and then his wings flickered, dragging extremely exhausted mental power. The Golden-winged Dapeng bird slid towards Zhou Huang.

Zhou Huang's state at this time is definitely not better than Ye Futian. He was wounded by the fighting warrior and was severely wounded. If it was not for battle, he would have fallen.

The Golden Phoenix sword was lifted up, Zhou Huang's body seemed to be burning, and the golden sword light was swallowing in the sky.

"Om." The golden light shone between heaven and earth. The space seemed to be still. Zhou Huang felt the embarrassment of the rule power of this solidified space. He held up the Golden Phoenix sword and shattered all the rule power. The rules of space were also torn, and the golden phoenix sword stabbed towards the golden-winged roc bird.

"boom."

The body of the Golden-winged Dapeng bird continued to dive down, and the sharp claws were directly smashed down. The Golden Phoenix sword was on top of it, only feeling that there was a terrible rule of power blocking it, but it continued to pierce. The glory of the penetrating pierced the claws of the golden-winged roc bird, but at the same time, the other claw directly tore down and blasted on Zhou Huang's body.

Zhou Huang's body trembled violently, only feeling that the five internal organs and six concubines were shattered.

"Go away." At this time, Zhou Mian and Wuliang Xianjun attacked at the same time. Although they were also seriously injured, they could not watch Zhou Huang be killed. In that way, they could not explain to King Zhou Sheng at all costs. Also attack.

The gold-winged Dapeng bird opened its wings and collided with the attack of the two people. Instantly, the Golden-winged Dapeng bird, Zhou Mian, and Wuliang Xianjun were shaken off at the same time.

Withstanding the calamity of the Holy Path, the power of this condensed golden-winged roc bird has been severely damaged. Ye Futian just wanted to kill the eldest son of King Zhou Sheng with one breath.

"Withdraw."

In the void, there was a hint of utter coldness in King Zhou Sheng's eyes, and he ordered his withdrawal.

He knows that their Great Zhou dynasty has completely lost their advantage ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ the momentum is completely reversed.

People in the deserted state are not afraid of death, and even those who watch the war participate in this holy war.

His eldest son, Zhou Huang, almost died in Ye Futian's hands. Zhou Mian and Wuliang Xianjun are almost about to lose their fighting power. If they don't withdraw their troops, he will pay a terrible price for the Zhou Dynasty.

On the other side, the strong warriors of the Great Zhou Dynasty who were still in the war heard the words of King Zhou Sheng and retreated, and they retreated.

"Go." The wings of the sacred weapon behind Zhou Mian spread out, bringing Zhou Huang and Wuliang Xianjun up and back.

The body of the golden-winged Dapeng bird was suspended in the sky again, looking at the rapidly leaving Zhou Mian, his eyes were extremely cold.

"Om."

The wings trembled, and in an instant, the endless golden light of the wings slashed down, and slashed wildly towards the strong ones who did not evacuate in a timely manner. Suddenly, screams came out, I do n’t know how many people will leave .

Soon, the army of the Dao Zhou dynasty retreated like the tide, and the strongest man in the Holy Palace pursued for a while and then returned to Ye Futian's side and gathered beside the golden-winged roc.

At this time, the body of the Golden-winged Dapeng bird disappeared directly, and Ye Futian and others appeared. He looked up and stared at the King Zhou Sheng in the void, his expression remained indifferent.

"This is just the beginning." Zhou Shengwang said indifferently, his eyes turned to the powerful men present.

"Of course." Ye Futian replied: "The day of the end of the jihad is when the Holy King of Da Zhou dies."

"I can't help it." Zhou Shengwang left his sleeves.

Ye Futian looked at the fading figure, his eyes were extremely firm.

Subsequently, his body fell weakly toward the sky, not only him, but many of the powerful men in the battlefield were exhausted and fell weakly!

PS: The holy war is over, brothers can give monthly passes!

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